Testo di My Machine

I want his blood on my fingers I want his blood on my hands I want his blood in my mouth I want to taste him dying You're locked in a room Your pain is the key I'm starving and need To feed on your suffering You scratch at the walls I hear the scraping inside of me Look in the mirror and you'll see Hit bottom This ends here I'm your personal demon You have everything to fear Hit bottom I'm near Spit drips on your neck Hear me breathing in your ear How does it feel this time To be the victim? Helpless and squealing Under my weight I'm the chaos you created Spreading cancer in your system Feeding and spreading This bastard's hate